She’s got him in bed with her.”

I thanked him, and I couldn’t manage another word.

At eleven thirty Arthur placed a small recorder on the evidence table and pressed the button with his thumb.

Julian’s voice came from the speakers sounding smaller than he is, hurried and pressed close to the phone.

“Victoria gave her the medicine.

I wasn’t the one who poured it.”

Then came the rest, the part I’d heard at three in the morning standing on a linoleum floor.

“I thought if we could just get through the funeral, nobody would ever know how it started.”